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Kathswork Sep 30
The night is bitter
The stars had lost their glitter
It's getting colder
And suddenly you're older
Then you get this feeling
That you might be bleeding
But apparently you're not
You're skin had begun to rot
A new skin emerged
Yet  you're not prepared
Which one is best ?the new or the other
Is there another?
The sky is Gray
The sun had lost its rays
You want to walk
Cause there's not much to talk
It's getting calmer
There's not much of drama
The kids are sleeping
They must be dreaming
It might be a nightmare
With a witch surrounded by flare
The adults are older
They are getting colder
They want to be dreaming
Even if they weren't sleeping
Their heads are thicker
Their souls are bitter
They lost their glitter
Who's fault is this ?
Fate it must be it
But destiny is glory
Each one has its  own story
Everything is ending
Life and its blessing
God is merciful
We got be thankful
Thanking him for life ،for the days and Nights
Even when it's gloomy
It got such beauty
Even to the blind
Faith can be their eyes
Emm Mar 3
I'm learning to find my voice again
To learn that I DO have a voice,
and it's not so bad,
and it IS worth to be heard,
Too...
sans pleas,
sans promises,
you just have to believe,
I have to believe...
After all these years being silenced,
Muffled,
Belittled,
Deemed worthless,
My infantile fragile shaky volatile voice,
Now needs to
ROAR.
Hurry, we have an audience,
and yet, still, other voices to compete.
So help me, God.
You guided me here,
so please,
guide me all the way...
as the rest move in a herd in time, fixed and onward
some remain at a pace of their own
slower,
wallowing in crevices, an act of conscious apartheid
familiar with the shortage of influence, that is, separation.
wandering by will
vicariously living through a phobia of confusion
hence why lost souls remain lost
fear of false direction, fear of decision
uncertainty amongst hysteria
a deadly duo for the few
settlement has become still
and those lost are familiar with movement
2 steps forward, 12 steps scattered
here and there and it's unclear
up and down
its all around the dance to delusion goes to no sound
but illusion.
distress within the body whose mind follows curiosity
incessant pondering yields a detriment
to the thinker,
be about
your quest and breed your farewell to the
blissful life of ignorance
that now follows you
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is there a solace to be found for these creatures?
has the point of no return passed?
the distance behind is immeasurable
for the path previously paved is dimly lit
to decipher the single instance is a feat of all men
does the lone wolf recall?
would love feedback on this one.
aja kay Apr 2021
sometimes i feel you view me as less
    that you’ll ******* away
     that i go away when the sun comes up
      you treat me like a lesser copy of you

but i don’t want to be you.
Yrso Sep 2020
panting for air,
running to nowhere

out of breath,
still trying to dig what's underneath

what's left is longing,
a soul seeking,
a mind wandering
let hearts be hurting

after the sorrow and tears
laying down walls and fears

let the fragile heart break
let the shakeable shake
no more trails of fake and ache

wait 'til the void opens
the emptiness awakens

beauty in nothing,
space for new fillings
throwing what's rotting

no longer chasing
finally, resting and stopping
It's okay to pause. It's okay to find yourself. It's okay to be real and raw. In the emptiness, we can start over again.
Par khadka Apr 2020
Just a bug here i am
Wishing to fly with no wings
Stuck in these four walls cocoon
Waiting for the change future brings
Dreaming of the places I will reach
With those new shiny spotted wings

Alas!Am I waiting too long or I am just dreamer dud
Am I just a bug boiled in cocoon never to fly
Just a silk showpiece somewhere in someone's cupboard
At the corner where it doesnot even matches the colour codes
Ignored, dusty, never to be reached, never to be felt

I am just a bug wishing to fly
With no wings dreaming of sky
Alice Nov 2019
What was it that I wanted to find?
Was it your love, or was it just a distraction from my daily grind?
I have felt so much it's beyond words could say;
In the past few months, I have found it so hard to keep my feelings at bay.

I waited each day for you hoping my love you would find;
And that would, in turn, ease my crazy, restless mind!
I hoped, I begged, I prayed, and I cried;
I waited till all my wet tears had dried.
Each day I carried my heart on my sleeve;
Prayed to God that in my love, you would believe.
But all my attempts went in vain;
Each day you crushed my hopes and left me in agonizing pain.
The more you ignored me, the more I followed you.
The more you hated me, the more I thought I loved you!
This clash of feelings went on for days;
I felt like a prisoner in chains, like a rat in a maze;
Then slowly but surely my agony diminished;
You loved me not of that; I became convinced!
I was crushed, but I had accepted my fate;
I knew there would be no one waiting for me at the gate.
I was sad, but there was peaceful calm above;
I didn't have to ponder for hours about whether you would accept my love.

Then one morning just out of the blue;
You came to me and said about my tender feelings, you knew!
At last, you said the words I was waiting to hear,
I thought I would feel an inexplicable joy, my dear.
But I didn't quite know what was going wrong?
I felt nothing....just nothing at all!
And then it dawned on me this revelation
It's wasn't you love that I wanted, it was your attention.
I was searching for myself outside of me,
And I thought somehow by finding you I would be set free.
But now I know I was just a lost soul;
I was a deer in headlights...I was a fish in a bowl.
At that moment when you confessed to me your feelings;
I should have felt love, but I felt old wounds healing!
I had found the solution to the problem I myself had created;
I realized it wasn't you that I loved, it was me that I had hated!
Samantha Starr Oct 2019
Can you help me?
I'm trying to find my place
What I thought was found was always lost
These people aren't real
Just pieces on a board game
Pushing me around as if they know who I am
But I am unlike these players
I don't play games

Can you help me?
I'm trying to escape this dream
I'm not awake but I clearly see
That these demons are killing me
I want to leave but these chains protect me
From seeing who I am truly meant to be
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